Shirley Manson WIN.
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This is an improvised guitar solo that I recorded last night because I was bored.
The vamp is based on Frank Zappa’s “Treacherous Cretins”.
There’s some weird stuff in the middle that I like.
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I wrote this song about 8 months ago, and I’ve been sitting on it ever since.
The other songs from the album are getting closer to being written, so I figured that I’d share it, finally.
I suppose you could pretend it’s a lead single.
Lyrics:
You can wear jeans if you want.
A dress just invites a waiter’s stares
and I’m a modest man.
you look just fine in jeans.
Your ass looks fine in jeans.
Put on your flat-bottomed shoes
‘cause the click of high-heels on pavement
is anything but the sound
of love between a boy
…and a lady
And the taste of your lips
is like fake grapes
it’s the taste of purple drinks
left on the porch in summer.
It’s that kind of taste
It’s that kind of warm.
and it’s so, so
nice.
We’ll run down the street
pavement pounding through our feet
With our mouth open wide
til yr purple tongue touches mine.
Then we’ll sugar crash
into the picture window
in front of your house
like a pair of birds
with flattened heads and broken necks
like there really is
nothing between us
but our clothes.
We’ll lie on the floor
watch the ceiling fan spin
and swear
that we’ll never do this again
but we will.
but we will.
I’d rather be a tortoise on Galápagos, or a span of geological time than be living in these dog years…
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| — | Rush - “Dog Years” |
Aggh!
Fuckin’ Mosquitos all over the fuckin’ place gonna eat me alive and I hate ‘em I hate ‘em so hard and I don’t know why they fuckin’ exist other than to buzz around my head and keep me up at night and steal my precious life force and it’s the middle of fuckin’ May so why isn’t it blackfly season instead? Why was it fuckin’ 29 degrees yesterday? What is this crap? And why didn’t I see any boobs this weekend?
That is all.
